persona draped in a war fatigue due to survived drama
calm,f'dolo
i hovr in light armour
on a plateau were it seem most black folk missed
or not in the right frame to aim for
there,thas where i'm growin'regaining a vision
vision of a higher position
many means aside rhyme scheme with presysion
at my view of a man on evolute
you rebuke
in many a form does it come
i throw back...s'aight
lyrically the word becomes therapy,right
back day trees burnt wit vocalist P,ignite
exhale scenarios
prevail beyond wit with flow
threw away yesterday
sizin'up tommorrow in the periscope
pants down low takin'a dump i found bars to lace
home is in the mind
for now my face up in a foriegn place

made of biological destruction and hard to find
im tired and tied to a broken spine, that barely holds me up
like you and a nine, shit, yall can barely hold me up
i'm a, one man flavour, writing words i heard from dead saviours
the secret, cryptically, the flames licking me, splitting
the book wide open, for blind men to see
but fuck a flow, fuck a show, and fuck a rhyme
we just gotta bring this shit back to home one time